It should be more uncomfortable, he thinks. That she knows him well enough to know when to skirt around certain things or push for others.

"If its any consolation to the future possibilities of ruining, I was slumming it with an angel for a while and now I'm even hanging about with a mostly honest bunch of hero types." His reputation, if he had any good, is already at the bottom of the heap.

But of course he's going to be nosy. It's what he does, only in a more or less professional capacity. He's even got business cards! Course Gary went and redid them. And his voicemail. Soft idiot. "Since when do I do anything I don't want? I'm here, aren't I? Besides, isn't that the point of all this holiday cheer stuff? Sharing traditions and old stories and the like? Beating back against the cold and the dark?"

He will emphasize this by carrying over an ornament and going ahead and putting it on the tree. Oh look, glitter. This is about as bad as when Geraldine got him doing arts and crafts the once. She did up his tie in puffy paint.